Completely sloshed from the night’s activities, or have had a long Friday day of work and just want to veg out in your pad, one will always come across Chinese food as an easy and convenient way to fill that tired stomach. Although in the City, it’s much more amazing.
Despite the calendar that indicates that spring is arriving this week, New York is clutching on to winter as tight as Times Square tourist holds on to his wallet. All this recent slushy snow and ass-whooping wind that bounces off the city’s concrete and creeps through my layers of goose
If you’re missing any underwear, it’s probably because one of two things happened: 1. It’s jammed between the wall and mattress of a random hookup you’re no longer speaking to. 2. Gnomes stole it. Either way, you’re not getting your underwear back. You can deal with it by reading the
Believe it or not, this morning marked the second time that I saw someone clip their nails on the subway. At least it wasn’t their toenails, like the first time around. That incident happened during the summer, when it was hot enough to wear sandals– the thick, B.O.-pungent air, and
It’s kind of insane that after 25 years as a broke-ass, I had never taken the Chinatown bus until last weekend. Don’t get me wrong, I adore budget travel– I’ve been cramped on overnight buses in Portugal, watched a boy floss his teeth with twine as he sat across from
Any seasoned broke-ass New Yorker will tell you that Chinatown is the place to save the bank. That’s easy. Go to Chinatown. And then what? Chinatown is fucking confusing. If you walk around aimlessly looking for a restaurant then you’ll probably just end up at the restaurant with the
If you want me to like you, you don’t have to take me out to dinner or buy me things. You don’t have to have a fancy job, or live in a trendy neighborhood. You don’t even have to dress well. Besides finding someone who can feed me, there’s just